Two month countdown

There came a moment yesterday when I realized it was two months until our wedding day.

TWO MONTHS! There is still a lot to do. Plans are in the works and I feel like some progress is being made, but so far nothing has been completely finalized. Even the B&B we initially chose told us we'd need to book a 3-night minimum in July and we only plan to stay for 2 nights, so it was back to Google to check out the other B&Bs in the area. I'm still waiting for the caterer to give me a quote. Don't even get me started on the fact that when I look at dresses online at my favorite stores back home, I hate nearly everything that is available in my size. And I'm still fuming about the price of the airfares this summer... it seems a shame that we may spend 50% of our wedding budget on plane tickets just to get to the States to get married. That's not even going to be our real honeymoon.

Still... all day yesterday I kept looking at the clock at odd times, and saying things like, "Do you realize two months from this very minute, we'll be waking up and looking at each other and saying 'It's our WEDDING DAY!'?"

Or, "Two months from RIGHT NOW we'll be just two hours from saying 'I do'!"

Or, "By this time, two months from now, we'll already be married and having a wonderful time at our after-party with some champagne."

There is this giddy little part of me that sometimes stops me at whatever I'm doing or thinking, and does a little happy dance inside, shouting, "Married! You're actually getting married!"

I didn't think it was possible to feel giddy at nearly 47. Who knew? Damn, it feels good.